Wowowowow. So, I basically forgot I had a fan fiction… regardless, I hope that these two years have made me a better writer. (Or maybe not, Lol)

A quick rant. I loved the divergent books. When I first wrote fanfic, I had not even seen the movies. I am going to see allegiant tomorrow, and have VERY low expectations. It sounds like it sucks.

Anyway, so after reading some pretty thoughtful reviews, I decided to pick this fanfic up again. TBH, the only reason I am is because I turned into a HUGE Vampire Diaries fan last year, (DELENA FOREVER) and have read amazing fanfics that just stopped all of the sudden. I remember feeling outraged, and then remembered I did the exact same thing. My bad! So…. I will continue this story. But I don't know where the storyline will take me. Where would you like to see it go?

If anyone is still reading this,

Let me know what you want to see. What you want, I shall write. (To a certain degree)

XOXOOX

K

HERE WE GO FOLKS

I hate Sundays. They just remind me that tomorrow is Monday and I wasted another week. Like right now. I am currently sitting, watching some weird ass documentary while Tobias snores next to me. It's 11:30, and I am basically eating this entire thing of popcorn by myself.

Annoyed, I nudge Tobias. He grunts, half awake, and mumbles something I can't make out.

"Wake up!" I tell him, whacking him with a pillow. "You're missing the best part!" I say as I point to the screen. To my dismay, the movie has chosen to pan to a forest for the next minute. He rolls his eyes at me, "Yes, how intriguing." He huffs as he closes his eyes.

I pout and stare at the TV. I have a few options. I can eat the rest of the popcorn by myself… or… yup I have a better idea. I swing my legs over Tobias, who smacks my ass In his freaking sleeping state and walk over to the phone.

LINE BREAK AYY

4 POV:

I wake up to giggling, which is a sound I fear, especially when it comes from two twenty year olds staring at me comically. Tris and Christina are sitting on the coach, eating my dauntless cake, while laughing and pointing at me. Joy. Glaring at them, I check the clock. It's what? Two fricken thirty in the morning?

"Tris?" I call out in my fakest sweet voice possible. She smiles evilly and nods. "Why am I being awaken at 2:30 in the morning?" I question. I also want to ask why I am on the coach and why she is eating cake and many other questions but restrain myself. It is, after all, 2:30 am.

She rolls her eyes, and flips a strand of hair over her shoulder. "Well, since you wouldn't entertain me, I had to call in backup." She says obviously. Ah, sorry for falling asleep watching planet earth. I think. I roll my eyes and walk to bed, leaving the laughing behind me. That's when I feel it. THere is most certainly something on my face, and based on their previous smirks, I have a bet on who did it. After inspecting the nice little goatee they drew on my face, I furiously scrub it off. I mean, I love my wife, but sharpie is a no-no. And at 2 am, I am not in the mood for jokes.

I walk back into the kitchen, glaring daggers. They stop laughing when I enter and look up innocently. "Tris, a word?" I ask/demand. She rolls her eyes for the fourth time in the last hour, and tells Christina she will see her at spinning tomorrow.

"Want to explain why their was-oh you know- sharpie on my face?" I ask, staring into her beautiful but evil eyes.

She tries to keep a straight face, but ultimately fails, and bursts out laughing. I am still annoyed however. I don't enjoy being drawn on.

"Seriously Tris? What are you, four?" I say, exhausted. I don't fully comprehend my mistake until her eyes widen and she stops laughing all together.

It is deadly silent.

"No, You're four. I'm Tris." She deadpans, and then falls back onto the bed laughing. I grumble at my mistake, and silently turn of the lights and fall back onto the bed myself.

I turn around after a few minutes of silence, because no matter how silly or annoying she is, she is still freakin adorable and I can't resist her.

I press my lips softly to hers, tasting the chocolate cake. She opens her eyes, reciprocating the action. I feel her smirk against my mouth, and when I pull away, she says "Goodnight five!" and rolls away. I roll my eyes again, and fall asleep.

Sososoos, heres my attempt at getting back into the writers flow. LMK your thoughts! Heres to a late but nonetheless huge return!